The green eyes in the dark (chat noir/ Adrien Agreste x reader)

Chapter 1

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How would you react when your mother dies of cancer, leaving you in the cold world, with your drinking father, and hinders of your mother's friend, who never really cared mush of you? Well, I think my reaction saws pretty good from someone my age.

My eyes fell on the hospital bed, the best I can get from the other side of a hall, looking through a crowd of people. What can I say? My mom was popular. Me and her where always close. Closer then me and my father. He was out always out drinking, but today of all days, you think this was the one day he had a reason. The flat line beep. Is rang through the hall, as if trying to claim another life. Trying to end another. I look Down at my Hand, my right hand, that had the last thing my mother ever gave me. A wolf fang necklace. It was an old wolf fang hanging from a old worn brown rope. My hair hid my eyes, but looking at the reckless gave me a small smile, but made more hot sticky tears that fall freely from my eyes, down my face, and onto my lap. 'Be strong. Live a full life. Don't let me down.' Those where her last words. Before I was pushed out of the Room by the doctors, as the horrible beep began. 'I will mama. Don't worry.'

Home. The old worn, chipping, door to my small house was a horrible reminder of when we had to rush her out of the house, but it's still home. Mom always yell at dad to repaint the door. He said it was fine. The tired blue paint peeled back as if to say, 'I'm done.' That door was painted blue the day I was born. Mama said I was heathy, so they let me leave early. Dad ran out and bought paint the same blue as my eyes. Mom was worried that it would clash with the pale green of the small beach front home, but it matched almost flawlessly. Gave the house a little... flair.

The hinges creaked in protest on that peeling door as I pushed it open. My beat high tops, hit the even more beat creaky dark oak floor boards, that are in need of a polishing. My eyes wonder around the small living room, and they landed on the stairs that lead upstairs. I make my way over, when I hear, "Lilly?!" Is that you?!" My now stiff neck slowly cares my head over to the Kitchen door, where my father stands with a beer in hand. "Where have you been?" He asked, looking at my left hand, gripping the dark green strap on my message bag, and my other hand gripping my necklace.

"You know what? I dont care. Go up stairs. Pick out some things of your mothers from the closet, then pack your stuff, you going to live with you cousin.Im not legally aloud to keep you." He said then drank more from the bottle, before retreating to the kitchen.

My feet take me to my moms room. The king sized bed up against the far wall, the bathroom door next to it. And the closet door on the other wall. The door opens much more quietly then the main door. I flick the light on, and shift my bag, and start walking, running my fingers against all the clothes that my mom has let me borrow multiple times. We are the same size, after all. I take down a few of my favorites. Mostly shirts and pants, with a few skirts and one dress. Then I go through her jewelry. She let me borrow some of this too. A take a few earrings and bracelets. And a small necklace with a pair of wings on it. 'Theses wings will life you up!" She had said on the day I graduate from elementary. I was going in to 10nth grade soon. I put the stuff on the bed, and went over to her closet again, and started looking at the boxes she kept under her closets. Mostly small things that had a sentimental value. But after some time, I found a box I've never seen before. It had cool markings on it. I pulled it onto my lap, and open it. There inside asleep was a small little black and gray wolf with white tuffs of fur. "What?" I whisper as it stirs, and starts to wake up.

"Hello! You must be Lilly, or sky, which ever you prefer! You mothers told me a lot about you!" It chirps. "My names shadow! I'm your mothers kwami!" "Wha?" I ask it. "Oh. Ah. Have you heard of nightmare? That was your mom!" She said. "What! That super awesome badass superhero was my mom!" I ask the little thing as it floats in front of my face. "Ya! Now your the next nightmare! And I'll help you do that!" She said. "Oh. I get it no-!" "Lilly! Who are you talking to!?" My dad yells and I hear hid big feet coming up the stairs. "Hide!" I whisper yell and shove shadow into my messenger bag, "no one! Just finishing up!" I yell back and exit the closet, grab my moms old stuff with the box I found shadow in, then ran to my room, and started packing.